metaphrs Issue 1 | Page 24

magenta skies and sunsets, suggested friends and influencers, frosted cakes and – Suggested friends. There, between some guy two classes over in secondary school and a minor local celebrity, was you. Your other account. 23 followers, 23 following. “This Account is Private”; “Click here to follow this account”. I clicked there – there, where the power button was. The suspended phone a black gloss, the matte screen protector not blocking enough of those incident rays; I caught myself looking at myself – the last person I wanted to see. The train jerked to a start. Partially a reaction to the sudden movement my eyes ventured upwards as I saw through the grab poles the nature park we were going past: the canopies of a dozen trees, two dozen, three dozen, a hundred, more more more, more than I cared about; too many beyond the layer closest to the tracks, too many individual trees I couldn’t see, all together slowing blurring into a featureless smudge of green and brown.                                              ∃ 0 You who’d extrapolate denotion to life. You who’d issue issue 01 01 | zaw | Chen lin Yi htoo An